Sick

While I write this poem, I remember Granny’s favorite words
to me; “Be a man but never lose the child in you.”

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Sick

The pictures on the wall is my only memory of
yesterday. & the question of who I am today

seems like a distant after thought. But then, I
choose not to chase the shadows. While I write

this poem, I remember Granny’s favorite words
to me; “Be a man but never lose the child in you.”

On this pavement, everything is a metonymy of
my past. A wingless bird strolls by & still delights

in it’s stride. That is to say, emotions might just
be a figment of our imaginations. Maybe a child

will read this & be happy he did. But then, I am
left to wonder how I became a man so soon.

©Amoye Favour

 

Amoye Favour is a Nigerian Poet and Copywriter. His poems have appeared in so many literary magazines including the "Literatus Issue" and many others. He is a poet for ARKore Writes. You can connect with him on WhatsApp on +2348136390656.

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